Journal of a mature, non-Olympic woman in the process of converting to cycling as a method of daily transportation. Dealing with weather and assorted perils; exploring equipment, psychological fortitude, and diet; experiencing our surroundings on a smaller, closer scale; saving gas & boycotting the car industry.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Bike-Head Rising

I don’t know about you, but I’m thrilled that Sam Adams will be running for mayor. A gay bike nut for mayor – what could be better?

Of course I’m a gay bike nut too. No doubt you’re wondering why I don’t run for mayor. Maybe because I haven’t been in charge of Portland’s transportation system for the last x years, like Sam Adams has. Maybe because I don't feel like it. Maybe because I loathe polititcs.

I can think of only one good reason to run for public office and that is that somewhere out there are some nude photos of me and if I ran for office whoever has them would step forward. God knows I could use some nude photos of my former self right about now. The former the better.

I know you’re wondering how it is that I don’t know who’s got the nude photos. I was just getting to that part but it’s dinner time. I’ll have to continue this tomorrow evening. I’ll have to squeeze it in somewhere between my bike commute – which will include the gym on the way home -- and tomorrow’s dinner.

2 Comments:

I'd hate to be scrutinized by the public like that. Especially if you were involved with the transportation system. You'd have to follow the rules all the time! No more rolling stop signs or riding the sidewalk! No more stickers on your bike that say, "I hate your SUV"! And no more expressing your opinion online...

About Me

"She's no spring chicken," my mother would disclose mercilessly about women in their thirties trying to impersonate youth. Now, I'm even past the no-spring-chicken age. So don't think you have to be 12 to start riding a bike everywhere. I'm working out all the pesky details for you in case you want to do this yourself. But even if you never do it, you'll still know what it's like because I'm going to shrink you down to the size of a little rubber elf and glue you onto my handlebars. No changing your mind, no matter how much you beg me. So don't even start this unless you're sure you have the guts.
PS: My other bike is a broom.